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I long for your skin against mine,
the beat of your heart and bitter brine.
I yearn for each rise and fall of your chest,
for your mouth on mine as you knead my breast.
The anticipation of the coming hour,
each second ticks and threatens dour.
I'll not water doubting seeds,
our first true touch will fulfill both our needs.
Our love is fresher than the morning dew,
I've waited all my life for you.
Soon our hearts will beat as one,
come to me darling, to the setting sun.
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